EXT. HEMPHILL, TEXAS—ALL SAINT’S DAY 1965

You see a soundless fire.  And maybe you need a calendar, but you don’t have one.  A day to refer to to know what day it is now.  A date.  You need that relationship.  You need to know when Benjy first climbed those steps to Maddie’s room.  When David first descended from them.  You need to know when Dulcinea came to Aaron’s window.  To listen to his dream.  That astral projection to a time when Bridgette saw a girl on fire.  The smell.  What haunts the haunted.  And just as Benjy was born on a leap year you need to know the conception which as it takes its course leads to a child born in Sunset.  Not 1965 but 1966.  The birth of Solomon—Dulcinea’s child.  You need to know the horror of incest and what began to end.  You need time’s linearity.  A correlation of tests to verify the functions within your control.  What was before the Devil’s day.  The Devil’s playground.  And if you pause to look at it it’s got you.  The insidiousness.  That time that you work to up to that time when you are paid.  How Friday’s lead to Sunday’s. And the day after.  For the day is Monday.  Are you superstitious?  Maybe it all comes down to a number.  The statistics of such.  This you need to know to know the rules of money, and how to make it.  This the aftermath of what haunts you.  For a camera the motion of pictures with the sound added after only gives you so much.  It doesn’t give you the smell of soundless fire…  You need to know the after to understand the before because if you had a calendar, if you had the date and not some subtitle to what you see what you hear looking at a soundless flame you would know the number…  But all you really see is Bethany walking with David.  The morning after trick or treat and they are preparing to move to take the children to Sunset.  A bonfire the night before.  Outside Bethany’s house—the whole Lebeau clan there.  Even Gabby and Aaron.  And David with his acoustic guitar.  Jonathon Bonnor’s guitar—the one with a bullet hole in it.  They are walking to the tree.  The tree where their children once played, and they are talking not knowing the date.  The date of conception leading to a birth, for no one knows that Dulcinea is with child except them.  David knowing first, in her interruption at the Sunset Inn Again, Maddie at the bar and David on stage.  He knew in the song he could not end that song if you could hear it if it was the sound behind the soundless flame it would sing You’re such a loser, Dad.  Just enjoy the show…  And that’s why you need a date.  A day to refer to a day.  For if you do the math if you follow the motion of pictures already shown to you you would know the day.  The day Solomon was born.  He was born at six in the morning.  The day June 6th, 1966. You would know the day after is but yet still today, and in all these rules you would have to break your one rule.  The candy collected the safe answer to your indigestion.  The talk which follows.  Between a husband and wife of children that are no longer husband and wife.  In that day that follows a day.  Misguided by the rules of time…

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